"Good stuff." Lu Zhen showed no courtesy, storing it all in his Space Ring.
He rose to his feet.
Lu Zhen turned his head, his gaze sweeping toward the concealed hill in the distance.
On the hill.
Uncle Li, the gray-clad old servant, felt every hair on his body stand on end, as though he had fallen into an ice cellar.
He suddenly stepped forward, shielding Chu Rong tightly behind him as if facing a great enemy!
"An Ancient Martial Artist!"
A tempestuous sea roiled in Uncle Li's heart, cold sweat streaming down his forehead. "And absolutely one of the foremost experts among Ancient Martial Artists! With such a terrifying gravity divine ability, he must have fused more than one Ancient Crystal!"
Uncle Li knew very well.
Though he was in the Upper Extremity Realm, before a monster like this, he simply was not worth mentioning.
"How is that possible?"
"How could such a terrifying expert be hiding among a pack of ragtag rebel troops?" Uncle Li's heart was filled with despair.
However.
Lu Zhen merely cast them an indifferent glance before withdrawing his gaze.
Whoosh!
His figure flickered, turning into an afterimage as he shot straight toward the Mandate Army camp.
"Phew." Uncle Li let out a long breath, only then realizing that his back was soaked through.
Lu Zhen sped across the wilderness.
"Just two natives." Lu Zhen thought to himself.
He had stirred up war and slaughtered freely on this Ancient Star solely for Ancient Jade. He was not some bloodthirsty madman addicted to murder.
Those two had watched the battle from afar without revealing any hostility, so naturally, he could not be bothered to make unnecessary trouble.
As for exposing his trump card?
"So what if they saw it?" Lu Zhen did not care much.